OUR HOME FOLKS
Listlessly threshed in a careless court
The poor, plain tale of a home was told,
Furnishing food for the lawyers’ sport
And a jest at the fond and the foolish old.
The counsel said as he winked an eye,
“Deeded the farm to their only son;
And after’twas deeded they didn’t die
Quite as quick as they should have done.”
Drearily dragged the homely case,